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BE BRAVE FOR ME by ELAINE JOHNS Free Novel EPILOGUE BE BRAVE FOR ME by ELAINE JOHNS Free Novel EPILOGUE  is an impressive creation that can be considered a part of the fiction genre of modernity, which has experienced an immense change and popularity in recent years. The contemporary fiction is distinguished by the emphasis

They all sat around the farmhouse table having lunch. And it reminded Maddie of another New Year’s Eve, many years ago now, back at the billet in Sunnyfield. They’d laughed and sung and danced the conga and got in trouble over the blackout. And the miracle of the steak and kidney pie. And Betty’s fabulous

Gunter had been gone for a month when his letter came. He’d wanted to spend Christmas in Pendurran, he said, and he missed her. But his grandmother was ill. So, he would stay in Bavaria for the holidays and come home in the New Year. Home, he’d called it, and the thought made her glad.

‘I don’t know if I can do it, Gert.’ ‘What?’ ‘Gunter thinks I should write to his father. But I don’t know if I can.’ ‘If that ain’t the daftest thing I ever heard you say…’ ‘That’s not fair.’ ‘What happened to the feisty woman who stole a staff car so I could have a

Maddie didn’t argue with Gertie about who should drive them home to Pendurran. Instead, she settled back into the passenger seat and allowed everything she’d just learned to filter through to her senses. All these new and novel thoughts needed to marinate in the soup of her brain. It wasn’t easy to put emotions aside.

They all drank their tea and ate their saffron buns. Maddie didn’t even taste hers – she was in a dreamlike state. ‘So many questions,’ she said. ‘I’ve got so many that need to be answered. Confusing things that I can’t get straight in my head.’ ‘I imagine so,’ said the matron. ‘And I’ll try

‘Are you expected?’ asked the girl who answered the door. She looked very young, as if she’d just become a teenager, but then all young people looked like that to Maddie now, a symptom of getting older maybe. ‘I shouldn’t think so,’ answered Maddie. ‘We’d like to speak to someone in charge,’ said Gertie. Her

Maddie drove the car in silence. She didn’t feel like speaking about any of it, about either the meeting with the young man who called himself her son, or the way her friend Gertie had forced her into this trip to St Agnes. To the house that held such potent memories for her. She found

The sound of Gertie throwing logs on the fire pulled Maddie from her reverie. It catapulted her brutally from the past and her memories of Rudi, the time they’d spent together, to the present. The day after her fortieth birthday, sitting here in the farmhouse parlour in her beloved Cornwall. She was cold, didn’t know